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“His Majesty?” Amber’s lips curled up into a smile. “I haven’t really heard McElroy called that before, but he’s certainly rich enough to have–.”

Amber stopped and furrowed her brow. Wait a minute. How could this girl not know who–but maybe someone else brought her. The invitation did say you could bring a guest. That must be it. Amber’s smile returned as quickly as it had left, though now it was masking a very faint queasy feeling at the bottom of her stomach.

“I’m Amber Povanovich, but you can just call me Amber.” She extended her right hand toward the girl.

“Megyn Harris, though, please, just call me ‘Megyn’.” She took the offered hand and smiled. “This is Ignis.”